The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
michaelm said,
February 14, 2007 at 4:43 am
I’ve loved Frost forever.
Linked to one of his poems on my last post.
This is another misunderstood classic.
Loving the Iceburgg…
Thanks for the visit.
~m
michaelm said,
February 14, 2007 at 4:45 am
I must add, great way to start a blog with Frost.
How can you lose?
I’ll have to stop back…
~m
michmickey said,
February 14, 2007 at 5:50 am
Hi, m.
I fell in love for the first time with this poem years ago.
It still is a magic for me now.
Sorry I had to drop the Iceburgg. Dusk seems to be perfect right now
.